The Haraltai cavalry rushed left and right, and each time he cut, he would kill a monk soldier.

He was so angry that he killed him, blood splattered to the corner of his mouth, and he subconsciously licked him.

So salty!

Although the killing was very satisfying, Haraltai did not forget his master's order.

Dorobel's order was to ask him to go and take over the head of the thief.

The location of the thief general is not difficult to determine, the place where the flag is held is.

Haraltai has made up his mind to capture and kill the thief general himself.

He clamped his legs and skillfully controlled the reins and drove forward.

Zhang Yong, who was not far away, was obviously completely panicked.

Although he knew that the Tartars were cruel in fighting, he did not expect that they would be so violent, just like a wild beast.

Compared with the Tartars, these soldiers under his command were simply farmers who hoe the land and farm, and were simply vulnerable.

Zhang Yong felt the murderous aura from Haraltai and ran away in panic.

At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind, he must not be caught up by the Tartars!

Zhang Yong was very good at running away. He threw away his armor and took off his only middle cloak. This not only reduced the weight and made the horse run faster, but also confused the enemy generals, making them unaware that Zhang Yong himself was the one who escaped.

Otherwise, as long as the enemy generals look for the brightest pursuit of armor, they will sooner or later catch up with Zhang Yong.

At this moment, Zhang Yong had long forgotten what to lure the enemy into the depths, and his mind was all about escaping.

After Haraltai rushed to the vicinity of the general flag, he found that there were no generals who were all big-headed soldiers.

After discovering that he was cheated, Haraltai was furious.

He slashed left and right and fell into a few monk soldiers in an instant. Seeing them slumped in a pool of blood wailing, Harrelta did not feel any better, but instead aroused his competitive spirit.

"Cunning Nandog, you can't run far. I must catch you and tear you into pieces!"

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The chief general fled to the fortitude, and the morale of the monk army was in chaos.

The soldiers fled in all directions, and were completely defeated.

Haraltai roared loudly while reaping his life.

He had already lost his mind and chased him for five or six miles, just to capture Zhang Yong and kill him to vent his anger.

Luke Dehun, who had been watching the game, saw it in his eyes and was anxious in his heart.

Too reckless, this Harrelta is really too reckless.

"Mr. Fan, what should I do now?"

In desperation, Luke Dehun asked Fan Wencheng for help again.

"Don't be anxious, I see, the bandits are disbanded and there is no deception."

Fan Wencheng has seen many big scenes in his life, and today's war is nothing at all.

If the soldiers are never tired of cheating, the two armies may of course have one side pretending to be defeated and attract the other side to pursue it.

But this premise is to preserve the lives of most soldiers.

The situation is completely different, and there are many Ming soldiers killed. If the lives of so many soldiers are used to lure the Qing army to pursue them, wouldn’t it be too expensive?

At least Fan Wencheng would not do such stupid things.

If one judges others by oneself, either the commander of this army is a lunatic, or the Ming army is completely killed.

Fan Wencheng is more willing to believe in the latter.

"Mr. Fan means the entire army pursued?"

When Luke Dehun heard this, his eyes couldn't help but shiny.

After all, it was his first time to command troops and he was eager to prove himself.

The heads of these thousands of Nikans are the best military achievements. If they can cut off their heads, Luke Dehun will be completely glorious in front of the Regent Dorgon.

This temptation was something that Lukedehon could not refuse.

Of course, he still wanted to listen to Fan Wencheng's opinions. After all, he had almost no experience in making such decisions.

"In the opinion of the servant, Mr. Bell might as well order the army to follow first. However, to be safe, we should keep a distance between the army and the vanguard army, so that even if there are sudden changes, we can respond in time."

Old fox!

Lukedehun secretly complained in his heart.

But to be fair, what Fan Wencheng said makes sense.

The distance between the army and the vanguard gave Lukede enough room to adjust.

Not afraid of ten thousand, just fear of what if.

If the Ming thief is really pretending to be defeated, then there will definitely be ambush ahead.

If Lukedehn followed too tightly, he would not have time to adjust even if he realized the danger, so he would be in line with the thief's wishes.

"But in this way, Haraltai will be in some danger."

After hesitating for a moment, Luke Dehun still expressed his concerns.

Although it means that the possibility of thieves and defeat is very slim, if they really encounter it, Harrelta may be doomed.

"Master Beile, you are not in charge of the army!"

Fan Wencheng said in a deep voice: "This is better than trapping the army in danger and trapping Beile in danger."

Lukedhun nodded and said, "Mr. Fan is right!"

He ordered the entire army to pursue, but he deliberately suppressed the speed and kept a certain distance from the Haraltai tribe, which was a pioneer.

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Zhang Yong didn't know how long he had run away, but he felt that there were fewer and fewer subordinates behind him.

If this continues, even if he escapes back, he will suffer heavy losses.

But he no longer cares about these things. Saving his life is the most important thing at the moment.

"Look at General, look ahead, the entrance to the Zhangshui River Valley!"

A soldier suddenly said excitedly.

Zhang Yong looked at him carefully and indeed saw a relatively narrow hole.

Zhang Yong knew very well that the entire river valley was in the shape of an inverted gourd, with a small entrance and a relatively large exit.

However, as long as the Tartars are introduced into the valley, there is no possibility of escaping.

Dead Tartars, it’s time for me to take revenge!

Zhang Yong spat out a vicious mouthful of phlegm and ordered in a deep voice: "Everyone goes into the valley with me. Let's settle the new and old accounts with the Tartars!"

At this moment, the monk soldiers under Zhang Yong's command only wanted to retreat to the safe valley, and did not even have the idea of ​​turning around and fighting the Tartars. They followed Zhang Yong and ran wildly towards the entrance of the valley.

"Master, Zhang Yong and the others are here!"

Li Chengdong was sharp-eyed and was the first to see Zhang Yong and others riding.

They stood in the dwarf field above the river valley, with a clear vision.

"It seems that there are Tartars chasing behind them, so it should be quite large!"

Gao Jie nodded and said, "This kid is quite useful. Send the order and the whole army is on guard!"

Li Chengdong clasped his fists with both hands and said resolutely: "I will get the order."

Although Gao Jie has been through a long journey, he is also very nervous at this moment.

After all, this is his first time leading a troops to fight against the Eight Banners soldiers, and he has no idea what he can fight.

However, the Ming army is in the dark and the Tartars are in the dark, and the ambush is very beneficial to the Ming army.

Gao Jie repeatedly rubbed his palms to make himself warmer.

In mid-November, Northern Zhili had reached the point where dripping water turned into ice, and the Zhang River had already thawed.

Gao Jie and his Ming soldiers had been standing on the river valley dwarf for an hour, but they could not make fire to keep warm, so they were really cold.

But it's all worth it to ambush the Tartars.

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Chapter completed!